It’s been one of those mornings: tail end of cycle cravings (so hungry), Keira’s not 100%, and Riley picked up a feather down the street and then proceeded to lose it. Naturally, it was my fault. I know this because he spent a half hour telling me.
Time to hit YouTube for a pick-me-up:
A companion to this:
Ah, that’s better.
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